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we would have dug a trench, but we didn’t have a shovel.
hatboy’s been playing prison blues on an invisible harmonica because i won’t lend him my blues harp.
we sometimes hear sounds coming from behind the door. they sound like voices, only they shiver with evil.
hatboy says we might try to communicate with them. maybe, he says, they’ll respond to reason.
i point out that these are students who go to university. they know ninjagirl. they’re addicted to sugar and shopping malls. they had long nails and longer teeth.
“hey, boys,” a girlish voice giggles through the door. “aren’t you gonna come down and show us your manly bosoms?”
hatboy looks at me. “we’re doomed, creepy. doomed.”

hatboy and i are going through a slump in super-sidekick activities. during this go-slow period he’s become obsessed with roaching.
again.
i often find him perched above a simple crack in the floorboards, a mallet in one hand and a fork in the other, cooing into the darkness below, “come here, little eatsies.”
he tells me he’s been chasing one particularly chubby little squirrel of a roach which he has named angry steve, or, the one who gets away.

hatboy and i played kick the pebbles beside the highway while ninjagirl sprawled out in the dust.
“why is it so hot?” she groaned.
hatboy shrugged. “something to do with the earth’s tilt. close to the sun. that kind of stuff.”
i stopped kicking pebbles. “really? i thought it was because martians were sending their heat rays of much earth-burny at the ozone layer. that’s what xol told me, anyway.”
“well, that too, but the tilt has something to do with which part of us gets the martian heat rays.”
ninjagirl screamed.
hatboy looked worried. “is she alright?”
“it’s probably desert madness,” i said.